BF insisted on making me pack everything in this gigantic hiking bag. It weighed about 900 pounds and contained enough underwear and socks to last me a month.
I warned my friends that my mattress was huge- I don't think they believed me until it literally got STUCK in the front opening of the tent. Needless to say, they were impressed.

The Lake George Mini-ha-ha. The whistile was LOUD and woke me from a solid sleep at least twice.
I really did go camping, SEE? There's our campfire!
This is my best friend Kaisa sawing wood in a sundress. Yup- that pretty much sums it up.
Proof I really was in the woods and not at the spa.
Look, Ma! NATURE!
This is when I pretty much figufred out how to camp. And yes, there was a beer in my hand.

So impressively, I made it through my weekend excursion in the wilderness without dying of starvation or being eaten by a mountain lion. Would I do it again? Absolutely. I think with enough good friends who actually know what they're doing (and vodka), anyone can be a woods-woman.